7/5/2011 I keep coming back to writing. I've been published once, in high school. That was long enough ago to not really matter. It's like bragging about that one touchdown or the time you made out with the hot guy at the party. Sort of interesting, but mostly sad. Now is time to do it. I will hold my feet to the fire about this. I must put in a daily reminder like I do with flossing.
Amanda and I had a hilarious idea about freaking out the family and now I am going to attempt to turn it into a story.
"What's wrong with me?" she whined, slamming the pee-stick onto the counter. "Why can't I get pregnant?" She stared at my full stomach. "You get knocked up just thinking about sex, and here I am; infertile!" She glared at me, "I eat right, I exercise, I take my vitamins, and nothing! You eat junk, drink, and all that, and you get to have all the kids you want. It isn't fair!" She threw the negative pregnancy test into the garbage can and then turned around and looked in my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie. I didn't get pregnant to show you up, even if it does make me Mom's favorite," I grinned, watching as she tried to hold her mouth in a tight pout. "It will happen for you, it just has to be the right time."
Tina smiled. "I know, but I really feel like this is the right time, and so does Hank." Rita pushed past me to get out of the bathroom. "We've been trying for a year now, and it's just getting old trying to keep a secret from the family for what seems like no reason. I just know this weekend at Shawna's party someone will ask 'When are you and Hank gonna have kids?' and it will be all that I can do to not burst into tears."
"Just tell them that you'll probably get pregnant as soon as you stop having so much anal sex. I'll bet you no one in our family asks about that EVER again."
"Gross."
"Well, something has to shut them up. You could tell them it's none of their business, but you know our family, everything's their business." This was no joke. Everyone was constantly asking me about every detail of my pregnancy. No disgusting question was left unasked.
I kept thinking about my sister's situation. All I want is for her to get pregnant, especially since she's the one who is so good with little kids. My trip to motherhood was paved with missed pills and drunken dates with my husband. I have no idea what it is like to have to work at getting pregnant, and I don't feel it's fair for the one who always wanted kids to be jealous of the one who thought it might happen one day.
Amanda and I had a hilarious idea about freaking out the family and now I am going to attempt to turn it into a story.
"What's wrong with me?" she whined, slamming the pee-stick onto the counter. "Why can't I get pregnant?" She stared at my full stomach. "You get knocked up just thinking about sex, and here I am; infertile!" She glared at me, "I eat right, I exercise, I take my vitamins, and nothing! You eat junk, drink, and all that, and you get to have all the kids you want. It isn't fair!" She threw the negative pregnancy test into the garbage can and then turned around and looked in my eyes.
"I'm so sorry, sweetie. I didn't get pregnant to show you up, even if it does make me Mom's favorite," I grinned, watching as she tried to hold her mouth in a tight pout. "It will happen for you, it just has to be the right time."
Tina smiled. "I know, but I really feel like this is the right time, and so does Hank." Rita pushed past me to get out of the bathroom. "We've been trying for a year now, and it's just getting old trying to keep a secret from the family for what seems like no reason. I just know this weekend at Shawna's party someone will ask 'When are you and Hank gonna have kids?' and it will be all that I can do to not burst into tears."
"Just tell them that you'll probably get pregnant as soon as you stop having so much anal sex. I'll bet you no one in our family asks about that EVER again."
"Gross."
"Well, something has to shut them up. You could tell them it's none of their business, but you know our family, everything's their business." This was no joke. Everyone was constantly asking me about every detail of my pregnancy. No disgusting question was left unasked.
I kept thinking about my sister's situation. All I want is for her to get pregnant, especially since she's the one who is so good with little kids. My trip to motherhood was paved with missed pills and drunken dates with my husband. I have no idea what it is like to have to work at getting pregnant, and I don't feel it's fair for the one who always wanted kids to be jealous of the one who thought it might happen one day.
